Little-Suzie Rush took one last look at her favorite teddy-bear, and sighed, as she stuffed him into a dark corner of her closet. After all, she was getting too old, too grown-up, for such silliness as stuffed animals—even though “Mister Diddles” was very special, and close to her heart. Maybe, the girl reckoned, she was big enough now not to have him in her bed. But, totally getting rid of him was out of the question. She could not bare the thought of that. In fact, she was having a tough enough time closing the closet door on him. It felt like a betrayal, like she was being mean to him. Nonsense, she thought, and closed the door.
As she walked away, she reflected on the day she got him, and almost turned around to retrieve her plush-friend from the dungeon below her hanging clothes:
More than a few years ago, at the county fair back in Arkansas, Suzie stood at the counter of the shooting-gallery. She was a damned good shot, for such a little girl, and determined to win that huge bear—that was almost bigger than her! And he was a cutie, too! He was dark red-brown color, with a white tummy, and big brown eyes. She knew she just had to have him!
Suzie was on her fourth-or-fifth try when her friends had abandoned her, and she noticed her money was running out. Her mom had given her twenty-dollars, and she had nothing to show for it other than a belly full of funnel-cake and pop. A rookie move, really, she thought, loading-up on food-and-drink before going on the rides. But, now, she wouldn't have to worry about it, as she had no cash left to by carnival tickets.
Even though she was very young, at the time, she wasn't totally naive. The youngster knew the reputation that “carnies” had for not being the most forthright people, and the game was probably—most likely—rigged. Moreover, she was down to the last of her money, her last shot, and her last target, to win the big bear. This would be it, and there would be no more. As she concentrated, looked down the sights, and steadied her breath, as she dreaded the thought of going back to her mom. She would be empty-handed, and asking for more money to go on the rides. But, she cleared the thought from her mind, and squeezed the trigger.
The odd-looking, if not somewhat creepy-looking, old man behind the counter eyed the girl intently. The tawny-haired little waif was so intent on winning that bear—that very special bear, he knew. He heard the breathy pop of the air-rifle, and miss...
Suddenly, unexpectedly, while no one was looking but Suzie, the old man walked over to the final target, and knocked it over with his finger. The whistles and sirens went off, lights of every color flashed and twirled, and the old carnie announced, boisterously, “We have a winner!”
A crown gathered to pat the girl on the back as the old man took the giant bear down, and placed it on the counter for her.
“What's his name?” Suzie asked, playfully.
With a sly, knowing grin, he answered, “Mister Diddles...”

The name stuck, and Mister Diddles was Suzie's favorite for many years to come. Suzie loved Mister Diddles, especially her alone-time with him when she would wrap her slender legs around him, and would rub her naughties fiercely against him. She'd savor the warm tingling that would rush through her body, the wetness that would soak her loins, and the feel of his softness pressed up against her supple skin. And, as it would happen, one day, sometime later, there was a sudden rush. It was intense, blinding, like slipping into oblivion. Mister Diddles had given her her first orgasm. But this was before she began playing naughty games with her older brother, Calvin. And when her brother did first initiate these naughty-games, her experiences with Mister Diddles had made her enthusiast to play. Her giant bear had turned her into a raging sex-fiend, and she couldn't be happier about it.
But these days with Mister Diddles were over, and she was a big-girl now. No more silly toys, nor would there be any more alone-time with her favorite teddy-bear. Suzie was convinced of it, and that's what she had told herself, “No more Mister Diddles.”

Little-Suzie Rush went about her daily chores after getting home from school. She had no time for naughty-games that day, but was still feeling the itch to get laid. She was getting so horny! She could, she thought, hit-up her sister for a little lick-and-grind. But, that wouldn't satisfy, she reckoned. She needed some good, hard cock!
It was shortly after her first real cum that curiosity had first led her to Louie Johnson, a boy in her class. Although they did actually fuck, they did plenty else. Then there was Tera and Becky, one day while skinny-dipping, then her brother, then her Uncle Tommy, then her big sister caught her with Becky, and joined-in—and that was her first threesome. But in all this time, she never let go of Mr. Diddles, as he was still her favorite masturbation toy.
Suzie did her best to clear her mind, and finish her chores, and then on to supper and bed. And it was at bedtime, when she walked into her room, and there was Mister Diddle, sitting proudly, leaned up against her headboard. Helena, her sister, she thought, was teasing her. Her sister knew what she did with him, as did the whole family. After all, it wasn't like it was a big secret in a family like her's.
That fuckin' bitch, she thought, as she strode over to pluck the bear, and stuff him back in the closet. But it wouldn't budge. It was as if it was leaning back, resisting her. Then Little-Suzie practically had a heart-attack as it's head turned to face her. She stumbled back in sheer terror as Mister Diddles began to move under his own mysterious power.

Mister Diddles loomed over Suzie as she gawked back at him, her eyes wide like saucers. Although his face was static—the same as it had always been—she could swear that she could see a sneer lurking there. That sneer, that wasn't there, was a look that said both “How dare you?!” and “Pay-backs are a bitch!” However, the feeling that came over her was a sense of calm. It came from somewhere deep inside, a little voice that said that her Mister Diddles meant her no harm. And when she saw the “thing” growing from between his stubby legs, she knew exactly what kind of “payback” that he had in mind...
It was a cock, a big fat cock, complete with a thick veiny shaft, a bulbous crown, and huge drooping balls. Consequently, the fear was gone, and replaced with an unabiding lust to be royally fucked by her cute fuzzy friend. Immediately, eagerly, and without hesitation, she took hold of the rigid member and drew it into her hungered maw. Suzie suckled, stroked, and slurped, as she moaned pruriently. And in response, she could hear Mister Diddles moaning, not with her ears, but inside her head.
Mister Diddles began to thrust, gently, at first, fucking her mouth, but with increasing fervor. His long, girthy member kept bumping the opening to her throat more persistently each time. The action was starting to make her gag.
Just relax, came the calm voice in her mind, and she did.
She felt the massive knob push past her mouth, and into the back of her throat. Suzie had never done this before, but always wanted to try. She even tried to practice on a small zucchini, but her gag-reflex prove to be too strong. But, somehow, she was doing it now. The girl was reveling in the sensation of the meaty knob slowly inching deeper-and-deeper with each furtive thrust, as if Diddles was hoping she wouldn't notice his turgid pole being crammed father down her gullet.
Then something unexpected happened as she felt hot fluid rushing into her tummy, and realized the stuffed-bear just shot out a copious amount of jism. But, how, she thought, and then quickly resolved that it didn't matter anyway. What was happening was impossible, and more like a dream.

After Mister Diddles pulled his still iron-hard rod from Suzie's mouth and throat, the same voice came to her head again, commanding her to strip and lay-out on the bed for him. That voice, while firm and authoritative, was also soothing, almost parental, yet somehow familiar. Consequently, she complied without delay. She was, after all, eager to discover what was next.
Obediently, she moved across the room, stopping halfway to her bed, and began to remove her clothing. All she was wearing was a simple cotton sundress, and panties, so it was but a few seconds before she was completely nude in front of her favorite bear.
Plastic eyes, shiny and brown, leered at her naked body—so young, so taut. Although they had always seemed lifeless in years past, now it was if they were drinking-in her nubile form, yet they didn't move. Her long, flowing brown hair, her budding young breasts, her tight, round rump, were all there for those large, plastic eyes to consume. She had paused, although only for a moment, to allow Mister Diddles to appreciate the perfect beauty before him.

Suzie leaned back against her pillow, and saw Mister Diddles trying his best to climb up on the bed with her. It was sort of clumsy and uncoordinated, and she had to suppress a giggle. In fact, she was tempted to sit and watch her bear struggle, but the carnal tension welling within the girl wanted him up on the bed with her as quickly as possible.
Invitingly, she spread her legs for him as he faced her. A salacious grin passed over her face that spoke of a carnal desire that was far beyond her meager years. She was expecting for her bear to drill her with that fat cock of his. Instead, another appendage began to grow from his plush face. It was a tongue that seemed to start from nothing, pink, and wet, and grew to nearly a foot-long. Once again, that initial fear began to return, but was consumed by her lust, and the thoughts of what Mister Diddles was going to do with that tongue.
The giant stuffed-bear leaned in closer to her already sopping slit, and the tip of his incredible oral-appendage began to flick, teasingly, around the crux of her sex. And every time it would make brief and gentle contact, Suzie would twitch and purr her approval. The amount of pleasure and anticipation that coursed through her mind and body was maddening, and she could take it no more, as she made her carnal plea, “P'ease, Mista' Diddoos,” she began in her best baby-voice, “just do it! Just do it!” And then, suddenly, the unearthly tongue took a long stroke from her little, tight pucker-hole, all the way to her burgeoning clit, and she cried-out in response.
Suzie's little body began to quake as Mister Diddles went to working her tiny pussy in earnest. She thrashed and moaned loudly as his oral pursuits brought her closer-and-closer to a blinding climactic release. And when she had reached the edge of carnal bliss, his tongue abruptly drove deep inside her. The tip flicked at her twitching cervix as she came—harder than she ever had before.
Intense waves of surreal pleasure washed through her, over-and-over, threatening never to end. It was only when she thought she might faint that it finally subsided, and Mister Diddles backed-off.

Little Suzie Rush lay there, her head awash, and little spasms of post-climax sporadically quaking through her pubescent frame. She groaned, dreamily, and turned on her side. But her respite would not be long-lived, as the voice in her head, Mister Diddles' voice, commanded her to turn over on her tummy. Almost groggily, and still trembling, she complied.
She lay there, slender legs slightly apart, and her little round ass propped-up invitingly. In an effort to tease herself, and push her rapt anticipation to the limit, she would not allow herself to look, keeping her face buried tightly in her pillow. She could feel his soft plush move over her, brushing against the backs of her thighs, making her tingle and twitch as if being gently tickled. Then came the prodding of his fat knob as it tried to find her wet-spot that was still quivering in post-orgasmic glow, and more-than-ready for his invasion.
Mister Diddles plunged suddenly, and deeply, inside her, making the young brunette's entire body shudder in ecstasy. Her taut little hole offered little resistance to his abrupt penetration, as she was sopping, slick, and practically gushing her lubricious nectar. Suzie moan and cooed as he worked her adolescent cunt with an at-ease vigor that seemed effortless, yet was forceful and domineering. And, the girl could already feel her next blissful release boiling in her loins.
“Oh! Mista' Diddoos,” she groaned, letting her mewling baby-voice return, “yes, fuck me! You makin' me cum, again!” In response, the bear redoubled his efforts, a little faster, a little harder, a little rougher, “Ahhh! Fuck! Shiiiit! I'm gonna' CU-UMMMM!” she bellowed, her baby-voice gone, and not caring who could hear her.
As the first wave wracked her petite frame, Suzie shot up onto her knees and elbows, lifting Mister Diddles off the bed. But, somehow, the animated toy seemed to hang-on, and maintain his carnal assault. She bucked and wailed as Diddles mercilessly pounded at her cervix. And when the peak of her orgasm seized her young body, and she locked into a quivering mass of ecstatic release, her head awash in blinding pleasure, she felt him release his hot cum into her spasmodic fuck-tunnel.
She had thought she was at her apex. But the torrential flood of searing spunk pushed her even higher. Until, all went black.

Little-Suzie awoke. Her body was covered in sweat, her ravaged pussy was still soaked, and Mister Diddles was sitting quietly next to her. Her head felt groggy, as if in a dream-like state. Yet, she had the wherewith-all to give her favorite toy a poke as to get his attention.
Nothing.
Just a stuffed-bear, sitting next to her with vacant eyes.
Was it a dream, she wondered, was it real?
It had to be real, she answered herself. It was way too vivid to be just a dream. And then there was the evidence of the coital-aftermath soaking her loins, her sheets, and, most likely, her mattress. At least, she hoped it was real. She could stand to have the occasional visit from her “magical” Mister Diddles!

***

Nat Duran pulled his consciousness from the Astral-Plane, and back into his corporeal form. His eyes fluttered open to see his workshop: giant stuffed toys hung from the walls, and arcane symbols etched into the hardwood floors. The next carnival season was almost upon him, and he had much work to do. And although his mind was shifting back to his labors, as he rose to his feet, he couldn't help snickering to himself, sardonically, “Well, another satisfied customer...”

The End?

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